I wander into the grand training room. Weapons line the wall, and skeleton dummies (and the remains of some blasted ones) are scattered on the floor. The room has an air of power and importance.
I go up to one of the training dolls. I was slightly irked that they used skeletons. Undead are people too! I take a halfhearted whack at one when the Copper Fox appears. He is drenched and sweat and probably just finished training with someone.
"Either you are a hero wanting to advance, or one of our mages decided to pull a prank and animate a dummy."
"The former, Copper Fox. My name is Sorrow. I... wish to train here. I have a lot of weight on my shoulders and a new skillset would help me get rid of it."
"You've come to the right place. Now, let me guess: Assassin?"
Am I that predictable? I guess the black cloak gives it away, though.
"Yes. You can't argue with results, I guess, and Assassins produce them."
And so, we spent the rest of the day struggling and toiling. Endless tests of speed and precision ensued. It started off with grabbing a pebble from his hand. Next was hitting pressure points on a skeletal dummy. Archery, stealth, cunning, vigor. The man covered all bases and tested all skills. Eventually the Copper Fox brought out the throwing knives and let loose. I dodged them, with one of them grazing my cloak.
By the time I reached the man's final test, I had made enough sweat to put out a forest fire. It was late at night by that point. The room was lit by candlelight. The veteran motioned me to stay still while he rummaged through a closet.
"Hmm, where is it... Katanas... Swords... More throwing knives... Staves... Clubs... Ah-hah!"
He stepped back into the room brandishing a simple wooden rod, about his height.
"Your final test. Think you can wrench my weapon away from me?"
...WHAT? I was expected to disarm one of the most powerful fighters in Eubric by taking his weapon from under his nose? As soon as he finished his sentence, the test was on. He rushed me and bashed the tip of the rod into my jaw with seemingly impossible force, following up with a jab to my ribs. Blood gushed out, and I jumped backwards. I cradled my jaw for a split-second and ran. I had to devise a strategy, and fast.
My gaze fell on the skeletal dummies.
A fiendish idea popped into my head. I ran around the room, snuffing out the candlelight with my fanblade. At the end of my lap around we were bathed in pure darkness. I continued running while my eyesight adjusted. Finally, I threw off my cloak... and swapped places with one of the dummies. I was camouflaged nearly perfectly, and in the darkness, I couldn't be distinguished.
"Come out, assassin-in-training!"
The veteran slowly walked around the room... until he passed by me. I jumped behind him, grabbed the rod from behind him. With a twist I wrenched it from his grasp; with a twirl I had it pointed directly at his head. The veteran turned 'round with a Cheshire grin.
"And now, you're an assassin."
428 year old undead Assassin
Equipment: Steel fan (WP12) Sticky Gloves, Armor of the Croise
Inventory: Bedroll, Ether core, Tonic
Edited by Endgame, 17 November 2012 - 02:16 AM.